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The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Boss is Acting Strange Today

Isabella, somewhat reluctantly, made her way to the dining table, where Aunt Audrey graciously pulled out a chair for her to sit. Earl, lying at her feet, occasionally wagged his tail, brushing against her legs and tickling her.

The table was laden with dishes that were a feast for the senses. Having not eaten for two days, Isabella’s hunger had reached its peak.

“Eat,” Alexander said coldly, without any intention of eating himself, instead picking up a newspaper to read.

Isabella had no suspicion of Alexander poisoning the food; if he wanted her dead, he wouldn’t need to resort to

such roundabout methods. Despite her animosity towards Alexander, she




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knew good food was blameless.

Without further ado, Isabella began to eat, starting with a piece of braised pork that she savored delightfully. It was undeniable that Aunt Audrey’s culinary skills could rival those of

chefs in five–star hotels.

Alexander’s stern gaze drifted towards Isabella, his lips curving into an involuntary smile. This woman didn’t care for dining etiquette at all, her casual manner was starkly different from what he was used to.

He was accustomed to the polished manners of women at high–society gatherings, where every gesture was impeccable but often felt forced and pretentious.

For once, he found pleasure in watching someone enjoy their food, which even stirred his own appetite.

Isabella, catching Alexander’s gaze, felt

Chapter 9 The Box Actin

a bit awkward and, on impulse, placed a piece of meat into the gold–rimmed bowl in front of him.

Even if she was unwilling, she thought it wise to curry favor to avoid being confined again.

Alexander’s brow twitched subtly, and, surprisingly, he ate the piece of meat Isabella offered.

Having eaten Aunt Audrey’s cooking for years and finding it ordinary, this was the first time he found it

exceptionally delicious.

The others watched in shock.

Alexander ate from someone else’s

chopsticks? Known for his.

germophobia, he just ate after Isabella, whose chopsticks were clearly


Aunt Audrey smiled knowingly; this was almost like an indirect kiss.

There was hope!


Cheiter 9. The Bass Act

Neither Alexander nor Isabella thought much about it. After the ineal, with his

usual cold demeanor restored,

Alexander stood up.

“Sebastian, go buy some clothes.”

Sebastian was momentarily puzzled, looking down at his own neatly

tailored suit, wondering why his boss

was acting oddly today.

“Boss, I don’t need clothes…”

Alexander’s look was stern and dark.

“Not for you, for her.”

Isabella was startled, as Alexander’s finger pointed directly at her.

Sebastian nodded in understanding and withdrew. Alexander approached Isabella, his long fingers gently tapping

the back of her chair.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Isabella followed him, bewildered,




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wondering if he had suddenly conceived some nefarious plan now that he was satiated. Truly, a complete


Her mind involuntarily replayed all the self–defense techniques she had learned. If Alexander dared to make a move on her, she was determined to ensure he’d regret it for the rest of his


The two entered the study, one after

the other. The room’s bookcases were

crammed with various books and

documents, and several paintings by renowned artists from around the world adorned the walls.

Although the decor was understated, it reflected the refined taste of its owner.

Alexander walked over to the desk, pulled out a checkbook, grabbed a pen, and wrote a series of numbers on the top page before handing it to Isabella.


The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

Status: Ongoing Author: Artist: ,
In a delightful twist of fate, Lady Isabella found herself inadvertently ensnared by Riverdale’s most powerful magnate, Alexander Windsor. Rumors swirled, predicting her doom, yet she effortlessly transformed into the cherished wife he seemingly couldn’t bear to part with for even a moment, as if wishing to keep her in his pocket or tethered to his side at all times. Isabella Sterling quirked a l*p, “A mere two billion, I shall return it then…” The man leaned in, his charm palpable, “And how do you propose to repay? With your heart, or something more tangible?” Since taking residence at The Windsor, Mr. Alexander’s incurable condition miraculously improved. He ate well, worked tirelessly, his demeanor blooming like spring peaches, heart swelling with joy, capable of sleeping soundly for three days straight without a care. Until one day, someone unwittingly stumbled upon the lady’s secrets. The top hacker shaking the core of Caloria was her! The financial tycoon whose name echoed around the globe was her! The prodigious healer with the golden touch was her, her, and again her… The elite ladies of high society wept, their makeup smeared, as they faced a fearsome rival. “You go first, I’ll retreat!” In Riverdale, where a mere stomp of Mr. Alexander’s foot could cause a tremor, he famously said, “A king does not live off his wife, unless she is overwhelmingly beautiful!”


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